Songtext von The Sound Of Young America

This flower is Onto ice cubes And one That bone And window view To much of anything Is never a good thing Only blooms For what it loves I am what I am Just not what I was Not sure of anything And I don't feel a thing I'm letting go Of everything I've ever known I know I was if this unorthodox And bloom, bloom The summer has been Thick and dry The same as the Seep in my eye To much of anything Is never a good thing I cause a smile Like a will win Its just smoke and mirrors I bet you can't Stand for this I'm not sure anything And I don't feel a thing I'm letting go Of everything I've ever known I know I was if this unorthodox And bloom, bloom Let it go, letting it go I'm letting go Let it go, I'm letting go Let it go, I'm letting go I'm letting go (After the guitar solo) I'm letting go Of everything I've ever known I known I was if this unorthodox And bloom, bloom I know I was if this unorthodox And bloom, bloom The end